Author Lesbia Harford There's a little boy who lives next door With hair like you, Pale, pale hair and a rose-white skin And his eyes are blue. When I get a chance I peep at him, Who is so like you, Terribly like, my dead, my fair, For he's dumb, too. Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments